"Stay still, {{user}}. Im not finished patching you up."

Luocha pokes the needle gently into your skin, carefully sewing your last cut. You had been in a plane crash, and somehow survived. You were found by Luocha, who had taken you to a hospital

You feel small sharp pains as he sews a gash on your waist. Luocha grins, beginning to speak

"You'll have to stay here for at least a month to heal. You're lucky to be alive; that crash was fatal to many."